Many disciples from Qingshan Sect and Jiujian Sect around saw this scene.

"Oh my God, the elders of the Nine Swords Sect are too shameless. They are going to attack our senior brother!"

"People in the Golden Pill Realm actually attack the senior brother who is still in the Foundation Establishment Realm. Such people can also be elders in the Nine Sword Sect. No wonder they are all despicable and shameless people!"

"That's right, despicable and shameless. The eldest brother defeated the young man. The old man is here now. If you can't teach your disciple well, the master is not very good!"

Many disciples of Qingshan Sect cursed with gritted teeth when they saw this, and their faces were full of worry. After all, they knew that the senior brother's cultivation was still only at the foundation-building realm, and although the elder was seriously injured just now, he was also at the Golden Pill realm after all.

Seeing this, many disciples of the Nine Sword Sect sneered: "Their own sect is not strong enough. If you still have elders in the realm of Golden Pill, wouldn't you stop us elders? But you don't. This is your life and that boy's life!"

"I don't know what despicable means to defeat the eldest brother. Now, in the face of absolute power, let's see what else you can do."

"Just a group of clowns jumping, the weak must have the awareness of the weak!"

Many disciples of the Nine Sword Sect sneered. At the same time, they only began to advocate steady action against the Qingshan Sect disciples, and did not want to fight to the death, because they felt that victory was a matter of time. If they forced the other party too urgently, it would be difficult to deal with the counterattack before death.

One of their elders just now was a lesson in the past. For a time, many disciples of the Nine Swords Sect began to lack the aura of killing.

Many disciples of Qingshan Sect took action just like a throwaway. Anyway, they might die, so they would sacrifice themselves to kill one, and kill two is a profit.

For a moment, many battles in the Qingshan Sect began to reverse.

The battle between the elders in the sky also noticed this scene.

The elders of the Qingshan Sect were all cursing.

"Shameless!"

"I'm shameless!"

"mean!"

At the same time, the elders of the Qingshan Sect were even more desperate.

There were also Qingtian and Jiujian a little further away. The two of them were also slightly beaten at this moment. Qingtian saw that the elder was actually intending to attack the eldest disciple of his sect and a hint of anxiety appeared on his face.

"Nine Swords, you are too shameless!" Qingtian couldn't help but curse, and a look of anxiety appeared on his face.

Nine Swords smiled and said, "Stop saying this. It's time to fight hard. Is your face useful? Can fellow Taoist Qingtian give face to merge the sect into my Nine Swords?"

Nine Swords made Qingtian grit his teeth and he couldn't help but curse: "Nine Swords, aren't you afraid that your Nine Swords Sect's reputation will be bad if it is spread then? I'll bully the small ones with the big ones!"

Nine swords laughed and said nothing, but the attack became more and more fierce. A cold look flashed in Qingtian's eyes, and the attack became faster and faster.

At this moment, Lin Haoran saw the elder of the Nine Sword Sect who was slowly walking towards him, and a cold light flashed slightly in his eyes. This old thing was looking for death by himself, so he couldn't blame him.

Moreover, Lin Haoran also sensed his listless aura. It was obvious that he had just been seriously injured by the great elder's self-breath. At this moment, his cultivation level was probably at the eighth or nineth level of foundation building. Although he was a little far from the cultivation level he showed, Lin Haoran had already thought of a way to deal with it.

How can we kill this elder without revealing our cultivation level?

"If you kill my most outstanding disciple of the Nine Sword Sect, you can rest assured!" The elder of the Nine Sword Sect walked slowly, with a calm and confident expression. Looking at Lin Haoran was like looking at a dead person.

He Xingxing and Xia Yingying stood behind Lin Haoran with a look on their faces, and they didn't move. At the same time, they looked at each other and saw the strange colors in each other's eyes. At the same time, they were a little excited, thinking that Lin Haoran might show his true cultivation.

Both of them were not stupid either. At that time, their true senior brother Song Qing's cultivation level was at the fourth level of foundation building and was about to the fifth level, but in front of him, the fake senior brother was not an enemy of one combination. If you think about it a little bit, you will know that the fake senior brother's cultivation level is probably at least at the level of the Golden Pill.

And the two of them felt that the fake senior brother was a fifth-level foundation building cultivation. If they wanted to fight against the elder of the Nine Sword Sect at the Golden Pill Realm, they would undoubtedly have to expose their cultivation.

When Lin Haoran heard the words of the elder of the Nine Sword Sect, he couldn't help but smile and said, "I'm so serious that my cultivation is about to fall, so you dare not help the old dogs in the sky, so you will hit me!"

As he said that, the long sword in Lin Haoran's hand slowly pulled out of the scabbard. The sound of the sword chanting made people's blood rise. As he slowly pulled out, Lin Haoran's eyes also condensed.

Many people around him were stunned when they heard this. Then they thought of the self-breathing just now. Many disciples of Qingshan Sect couldn't help but exclaimed: "Senior Brother, kill this old dog and kill him. You will be the leader in the future!"

"That's right, senior brother, kill him, the head of the sect will definitely pass the throne to you!"

"Kill! Senior Brother, you can do it!"

"The old dog of the Nine Sword Sect who fell to the foundation-building realm, my senior brother will kill you in minutes later!"

Many disciples of Qingshan Sect around him laughed and even said indirectly that they would let the senior brother be the head. Qingtian, who was still fighting in the sky, looked dark when he heard this, but he didn't say much, but there was a look of expectation in his eyes.

He was fighting with Jiujian and did not notice how seriously the man was injured by the great elder's self-breath. Hearing this, he couldn't help but feel that perhaps Lin Haoran was surprised, and he might really have a chance of winning!

However, the elder of the Nine Sword Sect who heard Lin Haoran's words changed his face. He did not expect that this junior could see the situation in his body. However, he said without saying that his random guess is useless. Not to mention that my cultivation is not damaged, even if it falls into the foundation-building realm, it is easy to kill you!"

A trace of contempt appeared in Lin Haoran's eyes. If he hadn't been concerned about it, he would have stared at you with one look.

However, as the long sword in his hand was drawn out of the scabbard, Lin Haoran held it in front of him, clamping the blade with his index finger and middle finger on his left hand. At this moment, the blood from his fingers slowly flowed down while twitching slightly.

As the sword blade was drawn out, the dripping blood did not completely fall on the ground, but slowly floated up and floated on the sword, covering the sword like a squirming liquid.
Chapter completed!